Oh, I just love that one. It's
Touch by Chris Carr.
Okay, I'm in the middle of reading this story, and I'm so addicted I stayed up late and got up early to try and read more.
"It's pretty ironic, isn't it?" Lois went on, angrily brushing away
the tears on her cheeks. "Here I am, in the middle of the mountains
with you, *Superman*, and you can't get us out of here any easier
than *I* could." She pushed up unsteadily from the log and took a
couple of limping steps away before stopping and crossing her arms in
front of her chest, staring off into the blackness of the woods
around them. When she continued, her tone was bitter. "You know, I
always thought having Superman for a boyfriend would be
exciting...you know, having all those superpowers at your disposal.
But a lot of good that's doing me now. You can't even get us out of
a life or death situation when we need it the most. So much for your
being 'super.'"
Finally finished ranting, she turned back to Clark. But when she saw
the devastated, crestfallen expression on his face that her
thoughtless words had caused, she immediately felt horrible.
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